Tanka 203, 204, 205, 206

From the poetry collection published in 2021 containing poems written in 2020, The Immediate and No Sooner.

Tanka 203

the links jangle in
a restless twist together
a pattern of sound
formed by two colors of yarn –
I hear as my needles work

Tanka 204

Get the holey spoon
that’s what we used to call it.
Get the holey spoon
and holy green peas! drain them
with this wholly useful spoon

Tanka 205

get me some of that
brown rough string bind me up some
tomato plants on
green stakes I got lined up here –
I’ll grow me vines to the sky.

Tanka 206

Rough twine wraps itself
neat around a cardboard core
ties a lucky knot
when it wants to. Your fingers
tease it into a good mood.

5 thoughts on “Tanka 203, 204, 205, 206

  1. Oddly enough, your poems conjured up memories for me of both of my maternal grandparents. My beloved Granddad was an excellent gardener and I often helped him out in his greenhouse. Your description of the brown twine and the tomato vines brought back the smell memory of the tomatoes in the humid air. Meanwhile, my Gran was a prolific and very speedy knitter and I very much associate that clacking sound of needles with her.

    • That is interesting. These are both activities of mind, the tomatoes and the knitting, and I don’t associate them with anyone – but I know what you mean, when I smell Old SPice or Tide detergent – I think of my grandparents – smell memory as you say!

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